Chapter 373 Fool (33)

The monk who was kicked over by Ding San twisted his facial features in pain, but the chill on his neck still made him feel a cold murderous intent, and he woke up immediately.

He was about to tell a lie, but found that Li Si was also looking at him with a clear expression, so he immediately smiled twice and said: "You two, misunderstanding, Li Lao asked me to come."

Squatting down, Li Si wanted to ask a few more questions, but the other party immediately said: "On February 2, the dragon raises its head. Go to the flower street and buy flower candy."

Ding San kicked the other party: "Why did you suddenly start singing?"

Li Si asked Ding San not to do it, and then said: "This is the code agreed by Li Lao and me. You can say this sentence, it seems that you are a person who Li Lao trusts. What does Li Lao want you to do?"

"Bring you a message, tell you that he has something to go out during this period, don't go to him . Also, you should stop your crappy business. The city lord is going crazy now. If you can leave Mo City, leave Mo City as soon as possible. If you can't leave, find a place to hide and leave after the storm has passed. "

"Got it, go ahead."

Let this person leave, Li Si stood silently for a long time, and then said to Ding San: "Ding San, you go to Anping Sect, I'll go back to pack up and come back later."

Ding San stared at Li Si for a while, but didn't ask much, just said: "Remember to give me your dividend today."

"Don't worry, I won't forget."

Waving goodbye, Li Si stared into the distance and thought for a long time, then turned and walked towards his home.

His hut had been searched upside down. The other party seemed to come with some purpose, and no corner was spared.

Just approaching here, he felt the gaze in the dark, someone was secretly observing him, measuring his strength and identity.

In front of them, Li Si calmly walked into his hut, and then lay down on the only recliner in the house.

People outside began to gather, and after a few breaths, someone broke in.

The other party violently tore the door into pieces. The leading cultivator strode in accompanied by several Qi-refining cultivators, looked down at Li Si, and then asked: "Are you Li Si?"

"Yes." Li Si said calmly on the chair.

"Who is Li Yongguang to you?"

"My father."

"Do you know who we are?"

"The city lord's people."

The cultivator sneered: "He is not worthy, we are from Xuantian Sect."

Hearing this name, Li Si was finally moved.

In the past, the Demon Sect ruled Jiuzhou, and the leading super-large sect was Xuantian Sect.

As a super sect, its strength is incredibly strong, with dozens of Yuanying in the sect, hundreds of sect magic weapons, and even enslaved several gods to make the gods work for it.

The sect master was the only giant in the transformation of the gods at that time. At that time, he had a wide range of hands and eyes, and could decide the life and death of tens of thousands of people with just one word. He was incredibly strong.

Such a powerful sect is also very cruel. There is even a custom of using living people as sacrifices. Ninety percent of the evil deeds in the world come from this sect.

Because of too many evil deeds, after the war between good and evil, Xuantian Sect was directly expelled from the sect, and all the disciples in the sect were beheaded. It is said that no one was left alive.

Unexpectedly, the sect that should have been expelled long ago still has remnants.

With a chuckle, Li Si looked at the cultivator in front of him and found that the other party's blood was surging. I don't know how much blood he absorbed to achieve such an achievement.

The Xuantian Sect's skills are very effective and have a very stable foundation.

However, this skill needs to absorb blood, and it must be the blood of living people.

There used to be millions of blood slaves in Xuantian Sect. The only purpose of each person's life was to provide blood and qi to the cultivators in Xuantian Sect. Living a life worse than death.

Shaking his head, Li Si said to the monk: "I don't know why the people from Xuantian Sect are looking for me?"

"You are asking even though you know it. Where is Li Yongguang now?"

"I don't know."

"Then where is the sect's magic weapon he stole?"

"I don't know."

The leading monk looked at Li Si coldly, then grinned and said: "Xuantian Sect is best at seducing souls and then asking various memories from the soul. You'd better speak up, otherwise I can still ask you if you die."

"Then do it."

As soon as the voice fell, a blood mark appeared on Li Si's neck.

Just as he was about to lower his head, the monk stepped forward and held his head.

"Don't move, your head has been cut off by me. If you move a little now, you will lose your head. I ask you again, where is Li Yongguang?"

"I don't know."

A burning feeling appeared, and a piece of skin on his left arm was cut off by the other party's fingers, and then hooked in front of Li Si.

This piece of skin was as thin as a cicada's wing, which showed that the strength of this foundation-building cultivator was very well controlled.

After stuffing the skin into Li Si's mouth, the cultivator asked again: "Where is Li Yongguang?"

"I don't know."

After the two pieces of skin were peeled off, the different feeling made Li Si feel very uncomfortable, but his eyes became clearer instead.

Finding that Li Si really didn't seem to want to speak, the cultivator lost interest.

Just as he was about to take action, he heard a slight whimper and one of his men suddenly fell to the ground.

The burly Ding San kicked the cultivator whose throat was cut aside, then looked around the situation inside, and then said to Li Si: "You haven't given me your dividend yet."

"...That's it?" Li Si laughed dumbly, "Do you understand the current situation? This is a foundation-building master. You will die if you think about it."

"I know, but I haven't received the dividend yet."

"Fool..."

Just as he finished speaking, Ding San suddenly threw his short sword at the monk in front of him, and then threw his storage bag, pouring out all the spells he bought with money, and a large number of spells immediately bloomed in the room.

While the other party was on guard, Ding San rushed forward, grabbed Li Si's head and ran, and quickly shouted: "Control the blood vessels in the neck, and you can still live if you connect them within half a minute."

Without a trachea, Li Si could only blink hard and kept cursing at a fool.

Ding San's steps were huge and fast. He rushed out of the yard in a few steps and ran forward.

Looking back, he found that Li Si's house in the distance suddenly burst into thousands of flames, and all the previous spells burst out, sending the house to the sky.

These spells cost him hundreds of spirit stones, and all his previous savings were used here, so that he could give a big one to the foundation-building monk.

Although the fireworks looked good, Ding San felt so heartbroken that he wanted to cry when he thought that they were fireworks worth a hundred spirit stones in total.

While running forward, he said to Li Si in his arms: "One hundred spirit stones, you have to pay me this money."

(Fool...)

"And I saved you, this life-saving grace must be repaid, so... puff..."

Ding San suddenly fell to the ground, but fortunately he held Li Si's head tightly in his arms before landing, so that he didn't fly out.

Looking down, he saw that his legs were neatly cut at the knees, and his thick thighs had subconsciously contracted to seal the blood vessels, but not too much blood flowed.

Seeing this, Ding San got ruthless, bit Li Si's hair hard, and then rushed forward upside down, but then rolled on the ground again.

Both arms were also cut off, making him unable to move. He could only watch the Xuantian Sect monk covered with curse flames walk out of the darkness and grin at the two of them.